A Series of Simultaneously Serious and Silly Inquiries

I just wanted to write a blog post saying that I have nothing to say right now.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking – but there are a million things to talk about! The election! The flooding in Iowa! Your thoughts on feminism or communism! What you did for your pop on Father’s Day! What you’re doing right now at work! What is going on in that measly little brain of yours! What is it? I must know! There is not nearly enough information by which I may become satiated!

Yes, all that is true. And I understand that most everything I have to say is insightful and fascinating. After all, I wrote it. It must be interesting.

But I have nothing to say. Nope. Not a thing. And I felt I should update my blog to tell you this.

Uhm… you were totally thinking all that, right? Well, either way, it’s so good to write another entry!

Isn’t this like Heidegger’s Uncertainty Principle? Talking about having nothing to say is, in fact, having nothing to say.

Also, we don’t need to talk about the election. Or how 90% of the state of Iowa is covered in water. Or how I jammed my dick in my desk drawer. Or the beauty of dick-literation. Or how I should go to sleep.